paixaorpg | OH GOD, YOU'RE BACK, DOOD?! [active]

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OH GOD, YOU'RE BACK, DOOD?! [active]

Character(s): Zim. the Prinny Squad, Knuckles
Content: Zim's return. The Prinny Squad's sorrow. Knuckles' WTF.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Midday
Warnings: Zim.

While Paixao may not have been incredibly peaceful at the moment, it wasn't as... loud as it once was. Of course, the noise was about to increase by a few decibels with a single visitor.

He had been there before, of course. Diminutive as the Irken was, he was almost impossible to miss--something the people in line were learning all over again, now that Zim was pointing at them aggressively and at random demanding to know where he had been taken.

"Just... Just go to the front of the line!" one finally snapped.

A cry of assent rose from the crowd before they converged on him and quickly shoved the alien up to the gatekeeper--whose face fell the moment he saw the loud little thing approach. Oh, he remembered Zim. In fact, this was the same gatekeeper who had been there when the Irken had arrived. But! It was not his job to be sad! No, no! He had to be happy. HAPPY! ALL THE TIME!

And so, the gatekeeper put on the happiest, shiniest grin he could muster, attempting to hold himself together as Zim began his line of interrogation. "WHERE AM I?!" he shrieked.

"You're in Paixao!" the gatekeeper replied. It was followed by a significantly less enthusiastic "...Again."

But Zim wasn't about to be deterred by the stink-pig's trickery! "WHERE AM I?!" he yelled again.

The gatekeeper's eye twitched, but he was still able to keep a grin on his face. "As I said, mister, you're in Paixao! Welcome back!"

STILL THE HUMAN PERSISTED IN ITS TRICKERY! Zim would never be fooled! "WHERE AM I?!"

Another eye-twitch and the grin faltered for the briefest of seconds. "Well... You're in... Paixao!" he tried to explain, hoping that saying it slower might help the little green boy understand.

This time Zim just hadn't been listening. "Where am I?"

........

"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" the gatekeeper cried, nearly pulling out his hair in frustration. He picked up the journal Zim had left on his departure and hurled it at Zim's head, the Irken getting knocked off his feet by the sheer force of the blow. The gatekeeper, now in hysterics, promptly ran off into the distance, screaming his head off.

Of course, the crowd didn't want him there either, and so they quickly rushed Zim inside the domes and threw the journal in after him.

The blow to the head hadn't hurt him too badly, and as he got to his feet and brushed himself off, he came to a startling conclusion. "THIS PLACE! IT IS THE PAIXAO!"

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It had taken the prinnies a few days to recuperate from their last battle; Freidrich bounced back just like normal, however, and pretty soon Keesling was walking without soreness from his wounds. After that, nobody wanted to stay cooped up in the hotel, and so they'd taken to wandering the city. With any luck, they'd run into somebody they knew.

They'd just passed by the gates when the crowd outside started to rumble, than roar. All three prinnies turned to watch just as a small green figure was hurled through the gates and beaned with a journal.

A small, green figure they knew.

All three stared in shock and dawning horror at the new arrival. Unfortunately, "any luck" hadn't necessarily been the good kind.

Knuckles had been wandering around the city, ever vigilant for signs of the Master Emerald or the Island. Needless to say, there hadn't been any luck, and the Guardian found himself in a worse mood than usual. Luckily, however, Robotnik had been sent packing shortly before Knuckles had somehow been spirited away from here, and it had seemed the mad scientist would be gone for a while.

He had just come across the Vanaheim gate when a small green person was thrown in his general direction. Not exactly in the mood to play hero to someone who was potentially an enemy (and as far as he was concerned at the moment, that was everyone - except the people who had been there to fight against Sin, of course), so he watched as the person fell. This guy, however, was much different from the citizens here, though he definitely wasn't from Knuckles' home-world.

The echidna approached the little guy, having no idea what he was in for, and crossed his arms, looking down at the other. He didn't even notice the prinnies standing by.

The red-creature-thing was noticed just before it had begun its approach. The invader furiously pointed to it. "YOU! IDENTIFY YOURSELF!" For all Zim knew, this creature could be like the one that he had met before... the one who had wanted his delicious brainmeats!

GASP! If he was back in the city... then BERKELEY! BERKELEY WAS LIKELY WATCHING!

Zim's eyes darted back and forth as he dropped down into a defensive position, constantly searching for the invisible menace. Oh, he was onto the scheme here... Nothing could get past Zim's incredible skills of detection! Not even penguins!

Which, coincidentally, there happened to be a few nearby. They looked very familiar, too, though it seemed he didn't recognize them at the moment. A lucky break for the prinnies; at least until point A managed to finally reach point B in Zim's mind.

Zim hadn't noticed them.

Zim hadn't noticed them.

That was all the excuse the prinnies needed to get the hell out of Dodge. They turned and began to sneak away, hoping against hope that Zim's attention would stay on the red guy.

And then Keesling started to have qualms about leaving the red guy alone with Zim. Aftar all, nobody deserved that! He fell behind, watching the spectacle and waiting for an opening. "Run!" he yelled a warning when the opportunity arose. "Get out while you still can, dood!" With that, he turned and dashed around a corner to join the rest of his squad. It was long past time to leave.

Knuckles raised a brow, not even noticing the prinnies in his perplexity over the strange little creature's... well, stupidity would really be the only good way to put it. "Shut up," he growled, already feeling annoyed by the situation, "or at least don't talk so loudly. I'm right here." Nevertheless, he gave the other a curt nod. "I'm Knuckles."

He was interrupted, of course, by a shout warning him to run. Run? Run? A Guardian didn't run! Nevertheless, it was enough to make the echidna turn and look in the direction of the shout, enabling him to catch a glimpse of what looked like a stuffed blue penguin scuttling away as fast as he could.

"... What?"

Zim whipped his head around to stare at Knuckles as threateningly as he possibly could. How dare this red THING talk to him in that way. Had he no idea who he was?! THE FOOL! This "Knuckles" would realize soon enough.

It was around the time that Zim would normally be shouting about his greatness that A finally managed to rendezvous with B and Zim figured out just where he'd seen those penguins before.

"YOU!" he cried, pointing in the general direction of the rapidly fleeing prinny. His ultimate power, right under his nonexistent nose!

So much for "Zim hadn't seen them." Well, if he'd already seen them, then there was no sense in staying quiet or in sticking around. "I said run, dood!" Keesling repeated as all three prinnies bolted from their hiding place and away. With any luck - with good luck - Zim wouldn't follow, or at least wouldn't be able to catch them.

Knuckles raised a brow (as much of one as he had, at any rate). He gave a snicker at the ridiculous look on Zim's face; was that supposed to intimidate him? It would take a lot more than that to throw Knuckles for a loop. The green thing's sheer idiocy, however, was annoying him, and Knuckles grit his teeth, turning to walk away.

He had more important issues than this, not least getting back to his Island and his duty.

A flash of movement out of the corner of his eye brought Zim's attention back to Knuckles. "Yes, RUN! Run like the inferior fool you are!" he cackled. "Victory for Zim!"

His triumph, however, was cut short as he noticed the Holders of the Dood making their escape. Did they really believe they could outrun a member of the Irken Elite? HA! He would show them just how wrong they were!

He immediately dashed after the prinnies, short legs pumping as fast as they possibly could.

The prinnies didn't particularly want to stick around, not with Zim being...well, being as crazy as he generally was. They'd all pretty much decided that convincing him wasn't going to work, and so they simply ran as fast as their little peg legs could carry them.

They thought it was working until Freidrich glanced over his shoulder and saw Zim following them. "RUN FASTER, DOOD!"

... What. Knuckles twitched at first, then turned, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "What did you just say?" It didn't matter however, since the little green thing dashed off after the penguins. Knuckles immediately gave chase. "GET BACK HERE!"

He didn't even care about the prinnies; the strange person he had just spoken to had just earned himself a one-way trip on the Guardian's fists.

The scene was probably quite comical to passerby. Zim's entire focus was on the prinnies. He was quick, nimble, and determined. He would never let them get away! NEVER! He merely pushed himself harder, jumping over any obstacles with ease.

But, as he ran, Zim slowly became aware of the fact that there just might be something behind him. His antennae flicked underneath his wig, and finally the Irken took a look behind him to find Knuckles barreling after him. His eyes widened, realizing exactly what was going on. "YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM, THEY'RE MINE!"

The faster Zim ran, the faster the Prinnies went to keep ahead of him. No way were they going to get caught by the crazy green guy. Who knew what he'd do if that happened.

"WE AREN'T ANYBODY'S, DOOD!"

Knuckles didn't particularly care about how he looked; he just wanted to beat up the annoying Irken who had insulted him. Not that the Guardian had even the slightest idea who or what the little green thing was, of course.

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" Knuckles bellowed, running faster in an attempt to catch Zim. "I just want to pound you into the ground, you nutcase!"

Curses! The prinnies were faster than he had imagined. They seemed suspiciously good at evading pursuers... Others had caught on, hadn't they?! FOOLS! They would never--could never--get past the almighty Zim! His skills of deduction were unmatched!

The Irken cautioned a glance back at the red fool-creature. Ha! Did the fool-creature dare believe it would be able to pound Zim into the ground? Zim laughed at his misguidedness! The alien's only retort was to stick out his pink, segmented tongue in mockery and continue his pursuit.

Man, how much longer was Zim going to chase them? The Prinnies could keep going for a while, but they sure didn't want to keep this up any longer than they had to. Didn't the guy know when to quit?

Freidrich glanced behind him and wonder of wonders, Zim was looking away. Thinking quickly (something he rarely did), he pulled a bomb out of his fanny pack and hurled it at the alien. That should take care of their problems. Just in case it didn't, he faced forward and kept running with the rest of his squad.

Knuckles snarled angrily and ran faster, trying harder still to catch the little green alien who was annoying the hell out of him. He didn't even notice or care about the numerous odd stares they were getting.

He did, however, care about the bomb headed towards Zim, and skidded to a halt so the blast wouldn't hit him.

Zim hadn't even seen the bomb coming.

It struck him in the head, knocking him off balance, but not fully knocking him over. Instead it seemed the Irken was actually able to catch the bomb, and--still running--he looked down to see what, exactly, it was he held.

The look on his face was almost comical before he screamed loudly, tossing the explosive into the air just in time for it to, well... explode. The alien was sent flying, screaming all the way.

The prinnies were luckily far enough ahead of the crazy alien guy that the bomb's blast didn't hit them. They didn't stop at the explosion or the scream or the ensuing thud of landing - no, they kept on going, rounding a corner and only skidding to a stop when they were out of sight. There they stopped, staying silent as possible - had they gotten him? Was he leaving? They listened hard, waiting for anything that would tell them what was going on.

Luckily, Knuckles had managed to get out of the bomb's blast radius. He looked at Zim in utter bemusement - did he not know he was holding a bomb? At any rate, the echidna decided, it wasn't his problem. He watched as Zim was sent flying, racing after the little alien.

He did manage to catch up, and, not caring that the alien might be injured (or even still flying), aimed a hard punch at the Irkin's head. "IDIOT!" he snarled.

Zim didn't even get a chance to hit the ground before he was sent sailing again. He landed nearby, looking worse for wear. Unsteadily, he got to his feet, legs wobbling as he pointed and opened his mouth to shoot back an extremely witty comeback that came out as no more than a cough.

That HORRIBLE red thing! Now he had lost track of the prinnies!

Revenge... Power... Revenge... POWER... Revenge! ...ULTIMATE POWER!

The alien hesitated a moment before he pointed in a random direction. "LOOK! It's a... A..." He attempted to think of the most distracting thing he could come up with, but, well, the pain was making his brainmeats... not... work. "Something."

The prinnies couldn't help but be amused at the spectacle before them. It was nice to see somebody else get the abuse for once, especially when that somebody else was the green guy who wouldn't leave them alone. For now, they were just content to watch the scene unfold, staying the hell out of it lest the green guy start pursuing them again.

Knuckles couldn't help but smirk at the strange green guy's pathetic attempt to distract him (And even Knuckles) was not that gullible). "Sorry," he retorted, "I can't hear you over the sound of - " with that, he aimed another hit at Zim, letting that finish his sentence for him. Knuckles wasn't one for being overly mouthy (unless Sonic was around), and he had always thought that actions spoke louder than words.

He didn't even notice the prinnies, so absorbed was he in teaching Zim a lesson.

[ooc: ZOMG. I didn't even get the notification for this. D: Sorry, guys!]

Unsurprisingly, Zim was hit yet again. He dropped like a ton of bricks, though he somehow managed to get up again. He wobbled, shakily pointing at Knuckles. "You... You don't scare me," he said, though it was a little difficult by this time to tell what he was saying. "Foolish red... red... thing! I am...! I am ZIM!"

The Prinnies watched the beatdown like most people watched a tennis match: back and forth with wide eyes and minimal commentary. For someone who claimed to have as much power as Zim did, he was certainly getting his rear handed to him.

Bellatrix sighed. She'd be content to leave soon, just as long as Zim wasn't following them.

Keesling was watching with wide eyes. Who was this red guy and where had he been the last time Zim had been bullying them?

Friedrich, however, was tired of the commentary and decided to offer his own. "You're crazy, dood!"

Knuckles merely gave Zim a feral grin, striding forward until he was right in ZIm's face. "And you're an idiot," he growled, glaring into the little alien's eyes. "An idiot who'll leave me alone from now on, if you have any idea what's good for you." Stepping back a little, the echidna smirked again and was about to leave when he heard an unfamiliar voice yelling about someone's crazy.

The Guardian raised a brow at this, eyeing the spectators (the stuffed blue penguins from earlier) almost critically. "Who's crazy?" he called back. If they said it was him, there was another beatdown coming.

Ha! The red fool had turned his back on him! If Knuckles believed that Zim was going to let this opportunity pass by, he was sorely, sorely mistaken. When he was sure no one was looking, spidery, metallic limbs extended from his PAK, and Zim raised himself up on them, skittering up the building with a string of metallic clacks.

How could the red thing fight against an enemy he couldn't see?!

The Irken let out a loud cackle from the rooftop, making sure to keep out of sight. "Just give me the prinnies, stink-pig! Then maybe I'll destroy you quickly!"

Bellatrix had wasted no time in removing a folding chair from her fanny pack and whacking Friedrich over the head for his commentary. The last thing they needed was for their hiding place to be given away, and it looked like he'd managed to do just that. But as long as it was compromised...

"Not you, dood!" she called back to the red guy, almost in unison with Keesling (who seemed to have had the same idea). "Zim!" The accusation was said with appropriate gesturing...

Which proved to be in the wrong direction. This, the prinnies realized as they gaped at the spot where Zim used to be, was bad. Where had he gone-

The roof. The crazy guy was on the roof.

Great.

Knuckles barked a short laugh. "He's more than crazy," the echidna called back, "and I'm going to beat some sense into him!" Zim. So the little freak had a name. The guardian turned around, ready to resume pounding Zim into the ground, when he noticed that the alien just so happened to be gone.

He growled at the insult, tearing after Zim. He was by no means as swift as his friend Sonic, but he was still quick in his own right - and he could climb. Leaping up, the echidna punched his spiked knuckles into the side of the building Zim was on and began to climb swiftly, heading for Zim.

The Irken's non-existent eyebrows shot up the moment he noticed he was spotted. How could they have known?! And the red thing was able to climb the wall after him?!

An agitated growl escaped Zim's throat and his hands balled into fists. No! He couldn't lose sight of what he came here for!

His eyes darted back and forth before they finally stopped on a nearby gutter. The alien quickly scampered over to it and slid down, turning to stick his tongue out at Knuckles as he resumed his chase after the prinnies.

Any hope the prinnies had for remaining bystanders in this particular chase fizzled out as Zim came down the drainpipe and after them. Bellatrix grabbed a less-than-conscious Friedrich and made a run for it. "Let's go, dood!"

Keesling, however, had different plans. He'd been chased and shocked and stabbed and abused and he was tired of it. "No!" he yelled, back, pulling an oversized bomb out of his pack and hurling it at Zim. "I'm sick of you, dood!"

There were times when Knuckles greatly enjoyed his abilities. This was one of them, and the echidna was very much looking forward to beating the heck out of this annoying little alien with severe delusional issues. He leapt off the roof once he reached it, trapping the air beneath his dreadlocks in order to glide quickly after Zim.

The Guardian skidded to a halt, however, at the sight of a bomb and readied himself so as to dodge out of the way if it came anywhere near him. As long as Zim didn't have the sense to dodge, he'd be fine - and if the bomb did hit the alien, Knuckles would be ready to reacquaint Zim with the sidewalk.

Zim stared at the prinnies in shock as they stood up against him, but his expression just as quickly shifted to one of rage. "You DARE rise up against ME?!" he snarled.

When the bomb was thrown, the alien quickly ducked, seeming to have learned his lesson from the last time. "Ha! Your stupid bomb tricks won't work on me this time!" he gloated, putting his hands on his hips with a cocky smirk. "Now! Come with me and I might just forget this ever--"

Apparently, Zim had misjudged how far away the bomb had landed and as it exploded, the Irken was once again sent flying, shouting out an angry "CUUUURSE YOOOOOOUUUUU!" as he went.

"We'll do worse than that, dood!" Keesling mouthed off, still irked at being chased. He was ignoring Zim's threats - they all were, in fact - and was in the process of pulling out his knives when the bomb exploded.

Bellatrix and Keesling stopped what they were doing to watch, and even Friedrich woke up soon enough to see Zim go sailing over their heads, yelling the whole way. They'd run in just a bit. For now, this was priceless.

"They're not the only ones," Knuckles growled, running towards the Irken so as to deck him once again. He threw another hit at Zim, this time aiming to get him injured enough that he wouldn't have the brain capacity to talk any more. Then again, it didn't seem like he'd stop talking even if he died.

"Knock it off, idiot!" the Guardian snarled.

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